I think that this is a late case of 'what's the dif'. For many years it made no sense to recall my exact age so I'd tell people that I was pushing 50 when I was 47 or so on and in my early 60s when I was 58 or 59 or so. When a person gets past 85, it really makes no difference if looking at physical health when they're 79 or 101, because the body goes when it goes. If you can talk about when Teddy Roosevelt was president, then it's a sure thing you're probably as old as the number on your driver's license(!!), but if you're talking about Abraham Lincoln, it is probably confabulation and it doesn't really matter about a verifiable old age, because it's a definite 'no' you shouldn't be driving.

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